dVerse Poetics — In January

Crimson wings cast weak shadows on russet fluffs still standing from once-sunny goldenrod; they clump, the mangy fur of a hungry coyote lost from its pack. Limp, muted green mats of still grass fill the spaces, where deer lie, hide to hide, in their warm rests until Venus nightly beckons from her speckled black bowl….

dVerse — Prosery — Stitched

Everything I do is stitched with its color. – W.S. Merwin, from “Separation” Epithets were part of my family’s lexicon. My paternal side used gentler terms; the maternal side hurled vicious ones with glee. How my family, who lived in shacks, toiled in non-unionized factories, and were blessed to have a rabbit for dinner; and…

Music Review — Songs from the Wood (1977) by Jethro Tull

images come from here You know how you reach for certain albums to listen to for certain moods or seasons of the year? I’ve concluded that Songs of the Wood will be an album I reach for to listen to during the holiday season. Enough of the songs have a wintry feel to them. There…

TSM 242 — Lady Blue

Painting by Richard Burlet “Woman in Blue” i.She does her best to turn away from her machine lifeThose who imagine her see patterns of blue in her pixels ii.indigo diva, a shy bird who merges with the rare blue birch iii.betrayer’s lips’ union agoddess’ dismay.chameleon raimentswivels away to blue. Three perspectives on this LOVELY image. …

Hobo Moon Cartoons Merch

illustration from the blog I’ve been following Hobo Moon Cartoons blog since December 2018.  Not only does this very talented cartoonist feature his own collection of work, he has a history of tirelessly sharing quality animation from all times, genres, places with a dedication that is admirable.   I highly recommend you click on the link…

last lines for 2022 poems

painting by Mary Sonya Conti nature’s teaching brings illumination of sun;bluff that satisfies the sequoia.each thing falls away like a leaf and tunes into each moment’s song.cold shadows fade; promised hearth warms us.elbow to elbow, we verse ourselves and flyand wave. another babe on your armas you inhale your garden,reciprocal determinersact of comfortingremains. her final…